LXXX. Balloons
By the end of the week, Sirius was running out of ideas.
He'd filled that trunk with singing doves, with sweets, with enchanted teddy bears, even with balloons.
And none of it was enough.
"I don't understand," he said to James, who was struggling to keep his eyes open. "I'm charming, right?"
"Girls are mental," James said. "Girls are mental, and my son won't go to sleep."
"Girls like babies, though. Maybe if I borrow Harry, she'll - "
James yawned. "Please, adopt Harry. Take him away. Anything for a break from - " The wails of a baby interrupted him. " - that."